I Hate Suzie: Billie Piper Shines in an Ambitious but Messy Series
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When we first meet Suzie Pickles (Billie Piper), she’s an angelic teenager wowing the audience in a singing competition show 20 years ago. In the next instance, we see her in a flurry of household activity in the present day; her husband Cob (Daniel Ings) and son Frank (Matthew Jordan-Caws) are attempting to enjoy a quiet breakfast when the house cleaner arrives, and Suzie rushes around manically to pick up what she can. Moments later, a crew of 20 or so people arrive for a photo shoot, complete with makeup, wardrobe, lights, and two dogs—essentially turning her home into a film set while she rushes to make tea (and, running out of mugs, makes an ill-fated attempt to put some in glasses). It’s a disaster, and as Suzie sits, flustered and covered in heavy makeup and borrowed clothes with a force smile plastered on, everyone’s phones start pinging. There’s been another celebrity hack, and Suzie’s nudes are all over the internet.
This chaotic energy rules I Hate Suzie, a UK series written and created by Lucy Prebble (Secret Diary of a Call Girl) airing in the US on HBO Max. Eight episodes take Suzie and viewers through the stages of grief, from denial and fear to guilt, anger, and ultimately acceptance. It’s not just about the nudes, but this is the moment Suzie’s life starts to unravel—primarily because one of the pics shows her with (as a throwaway line refers to it) “a penis of color,” in a shock to her white husband.
The real crux of I Hate Suzie, though, is that Suzie doesn’t know herself. That’s shown most effectively—and rather surprisingly—in an episode that focuses entirely on her trying to masturbate. Her thoughts are constantly interrupted by her best friend and manager, Naomi (Leila Farzad), manifesting within to tell her various ways these fantasies spotlight her emotional issues: that they are dictated by the patriarchy, that she’s trying to please others too much, that she has to stop focusing on the man she had an affair with and try and find her husband attractive again, etc.
If there haven’t been enough clues in this review so far, let me state that yes, I Hate Suzie is very explicit in a variety of different ways. Some are illuminating, some aren’t. But that’s the show: messy, ambitious, chic, yet ultimately a little shallow and out of focus. Suzie is a whirlwind of bad decisions and anger, and Billie Piper gives an astonishingly open performance (especially in storylines that, like Suzie’s experiences at fan conventions or on TV show sets, could easily be pulled from Piper’s own life). It’s Naomi, though, who really gets the most interesting narratives and hints at her character; unfortunately they’re rarely explored. And that’s the thing: occasionally I Hate Suzie hits upon real truths, but more often it glides past them to the next stylish or shocking sequence.